I was sitting in my room
Staring at four naked walls
Paper peeling to the floor
Dreaming of living in a dream of times gone by
I’m sitting in a room
Staring out a dirty window
There’s knocking at the door
Is it real or a dream from before?
Locked in this room
Paint in my nails
Pushing a door without a handle
Is it a nightmare to fear?
Shackled to the floor
It rolls away from the past
I can’t even turn to run away
What’s on your mind when you’re lost in time?
Is this room my home?
Is it my cell for all those lies that I have told?
Whatever happened to me?
What happened to you?
I’m sitting in this room
Staring at four walls
Dreaming of you
Dreaming of me
Just dreaming
1 comment:
The first time I read this, I thought you stripped the wallpaper off your bedroom walls and then took all the hardware off your door to paint it.
The second time I read it, I thought you had gone stark-raving mad and dug your nails down the wallpaper and across your door, in an angered rage.
Either way, I'm rootin' for ya Walker! And not to worry! We're all mad here! :)
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